White Collar Holler – Stan Rogers(youtube.com)

  Well, I rise up every morning at a quarter to eight
 
  Some woman who's my wife tells me not to be late
 
  I kiss the kids goodbye, I can't remember their names
 
  And week after week, it's always the same
 
  And it's Ho, boys, can't you code it, and program it right
 
  Nothing ever happens in the life of mine
 
  I'm hauling up the data on the Xerox line
 
  Then it's code in the data, give the keyboard a punch
 
  Then cross-correlate and break for some lunch
 
  Correlate, tabulate, process and screen
 
  Program, printout, regress to the mean
 
  Then it's home again, eat again, watch some TV
 
  Make love to my woman at ten-fifty-three
 
  I dream the same dream when I'm sleeping at night
 
  I'm soaring over hills like an eagle in flight
 
  Someday I'm gonna give up all the buttons and things
 
  I'll punch that time clock till it can't ring
 
  Burn up my necktie and set myself free
 
  Cause no'one's gonna fold, bend or mutilate me